Saturday, February 6, 2010

All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

An interfacility transfer, nothing to write home about, clinically at least.

But I always feel awkward sitting in the back of an ambulance with a patient who knows he only has a couple of months left to live.

There isn't anything to say.

So, there you go. Late forties, successful businessman, good amounts of hard earned cash, and an incurable disease.

If I were to drop dead in two minutes time, I could honestly say I am happy with my life.

Could you?